26-01-2022, 11:32 AM
"Fuck me now. Please...." She heard herself say it. First there was the slight pressure as he gently removed her butt-plug and then a more insistent pressure at the entrance to her butt. She did her best to relax and was rewarded by the feeling of his well-lubricated cock slipping past her defences and into her butt. His hands were back on her hips, holding her in position and making sure that she stayed there ready for him. He needn't have worried because she wasn't going anywhere.
Elvin was as good as his word. He was careful. However, that care didn't alter what was happening. His movements were first slow and carefully measured but each claimed a little more of her as his. She found herself trying hard to relax - something that was a little self-defeating. She would tense up and then immediately feel the discomfort. Elvin would stop and wait for the pressure to ease. Then he would remorselessly start to claim her again. He was careful and he was cautious but he was definitely taking that booty!
Dee tried to get into the zone, that mental place where she wasn't having to fight herself. Where she could relax without having to consciously do so. Where she could truly give herself to him. It was another rite of passage for her. Shaka had secured her pussy for the Black man. Bill had secured her womb for the Black man. Now Elvin was claiming her butt for the Black man. Then in about a year's time she would go back to Shaka and he would make her a Black man's woman, for real and for ever. With a Black man's child in her arms and another growing in her belly. Just as she had always been meant to be but had only recently realised. It all led to that.
"Yes Elvin, yes. Fuck me - take what's yours." They were the first words she had spoken in minutes and the act of uttering them brought her back to herself. Let her feel directly and strongly the regular thrusts of Elvin into her, let her feel and hear the slap of his skin against hers. She had taken him and he had taken her. She breathed out long shuddering gasps, tried to speak again but couldn't. She felt so full, almost overwhelmed by this new different way to please her men.
She knew Shaka would want her booty ... and Bill ... and Lavon and ... well she knew enough to know that an awful lot of the guys treasured some prime white booty. They would enjoy her and she would enjoy and savour their pleasure.
"Yes," she finally almost snarled out through gritted teeth.
"Fuck yeah," responded Elvin as he came long and hard into her butt. Now she heard him breathing hard too, knew that she had given him a good work-out. She felt him withdraw and then she rolled over. He joined her almost immediately Their lips met, tenderly. It felt so good.
"Thanks," she said. She meant it too.
Elvin had a cheeky smile, almost boyish despite his short-cut greying hair. "Alright if maybe I can fuck that fine white pussy too - I mean before we have to go."
She returned his smile. Oh that sounded a lot better than alright! "Well you BETTER had mister," she said as she leaned back in to renew her kiss.
Epilogue
"Hi everyone." Charli waved at the small camera being held by a beefy Black doorman.
"All my followers and the followers of my lovely MILF-tastic friend Dee. We're so glad of your support tonight because Dee is a little nervous. Isn't that right baby?"
Dee summoned up a smile and a little wave for the camera.
"It's her first time!" Charli giggled and winked. "But all Dee's followers who saw the pics posted last month know that she's looking just way too beautiful not to get an invite." She gave Dee a little hug. "Relax baby as soon as we get going it'll be fine!"
Dee remembered those pics. Naked - the camera capturing her body and its curves. The main pic of herself looking out at the camera as Bill stood behind her with his big Black hands resting on the prominent bulge of her belly. That gesture of protection and possession.
She wasn't a vain woman but she'd looked at that picture every day since she'd first seen it. It looked so beautiful, so perfect, so right. Her smile as she faced the camera, her eyes clear and bright. Facing the future with assurance and confidence. It was the new her.
Just at the moment she didn't feel much like 'the new her.' She felt nervous as a kitten. They told you that once you got going then it came natural. But what if it didn't! What if she just kind of froze up. What if they hated her? What if they were disappointed?
She turned towards Charli - trying to feed on some of the young woman's exuberant confidence. This was very small beer for her. Anna had shown her a video of one of Charli's performances once. Apparently Anna's cuck Kent was a big fan. Dee had just shook her head in wonder at it. Charli in only a black leather thong and matching thigh-high boots. Her two white male slaves tied to a post, their little pink penises safely caged. Charli flicking a long whip with exquisite skill and control. Honestly Dee had only been able to watch between her fingers!
That wasn't her scene. They weren't entirely wrong when they called her a little soccer mom. She loved her little apartment in one of Mr Taylor's new developments. So convenient for work and just the right size for her and the two girls. They'd made lots of new friends and she had absolutely no shortage of help with them when she had 'something on'.
The only real wrench had of course been young Davey but she was so proud of him. She had taken him by the hands and told him that she loved him but that she was relying on him to look after his Dad. That she couldn't trust that job to anyone but her smart handsome boy. He had got that serious look of his onto his face and thought about it for a good twenty seconds before nodding.
Now she counted off the days each time before she saw him again Just as David probably did for the girls. There was one difference though. First thing on arrival Davey would solemnly report on how his Dad was doing. She knew from him and the girls that David preferred not to hear anything about her. Well she couldn't blame him and she hoped his dating plans worked out for him.
"Dee - come ON." Charli's voice cut into her thoughts. She got up and hustled across to join the curvy Blonde. She felt her big hoop ear-rings swing as she walked. It had been very important to have them on tonight.
Charli peeked through the curtains and seemed to get a signal. She turned back, "Ten seconds", she said.
The music peaked and then dipped. A familiar voice boomed out, amplified through the club. "Now we got something real special for you tonight. You all know the legend that is Charli but she done brung along with her the sweetest of sweet treats. Welcome them both up here. C'mon girls."
Brawny Black arms reached out to help them both up the few steps. Dee was grateful to Jess for the advice that she wear flats. Other than that she had a modest wraparound skirt and a loose blouse. As Charli stepped up she heard the patrons cheer and heard a second wave of cheers when she took her position beside Shaka.
He smiled at her and nodded. Charli was already heading out onto the stage - peeling off her own top to show her heavily pregnant belly. Those near enough could read the message permanently inked into her pale skin just above her pussy.
'THIS PUSSY FOR NIGGAS ONLY'
With the Black 'QOS' symbol inked in on either side. Charli wasn't shy and wasn't afraid to get her freak on. Her dancing skills were perhaps hampered by her condition but the crowd didn't give a shit, whooping and hollering. Her movements were graceful if slow as she shook her booty for them, drinking in their acclaim. Finally she turned and pointed both fingers at Dee.
It was show time. A deep breath and she stepped forward onto the stage.
"Plenty of you seen her aound - now fo' the first time anywhere dancing on stage - my fine fine bitch - DEEEEEEEEE!!"
If she was worried about following Charli she needn't have been. The crowd cheered and stamped their feet. But that was nothing compared to when she undid that last button and peeled off her blouse. She was a couple of months behind Charli but her belly left no doubt that Dee was just as pregnant and the crowd liked the way this was going.
Dee knew what was expected of her, this place had certain traditions, and she was ready when Charli returned with a radio mike. "Anything to say babe?"
"My name's Dee and I'm Black-Bred and loving it!" She almost shouted into the mike.
Her young blonde friend's face broke into a broad grin at the roar of approval from the crowd.
At a signal from Shaka the music was turned back up. They both began to move to the rhythmn as Charli ran her hands over Dee's body. The two women's mouths and tongues met.
Elvin was as good as his word. He was careful. However, that care didn't alter what was happening. His movements were first slow and carefully measured but each claimed a little more of her as his. She found herself trying hard to relax - something that was a little self-defeating. She would tense up and then immediately feel the discomfort. Elvin would stop and wait for the pressure to ease. Then he would remorselessly start to claim her again. He was careful and he was cautious but he was definitely taking that booty!
Dee tried to get into the zone, that mental place where she wasn't having to fight herself. Where she could relax without having to consciously do so. Where she could truly give herself to him. It was another rite of passage for her. Shaka had secured her pussy for the Black man. Bill had secured her womb for the Black man. Now Elvin was claiming her butt for the Black man. Then in about a year's time she would go back to Shaka and he would make her a Black man's woman, for real and for ever. With a Black man's child in her arms and another growing in her belly. Just as she had always been meant to be but had only recently realised. It all led to that.
"Yes Elvin, yes. Fuck me - take what's yours." They were the first words she had spoken in minutes and the act of uttering them brought her back to herself. Let her feel directly and strongly the regular thrusts of Elvin into her, let her feel and hear the slap of his skin against hers. She had taken him and he had taken her. She breathed out long shuddering gasps, tried to speak again but couldn't. She felt so full, almost overwhelmed by this new different way to please her men.
She knew Shaka would want her booty ... and Bill ... and Lavon and ... well she knew enough to know that an awful lot of the guys treasured some prime white booty. They would enjoy her and she would enjoy and savour their pleasure.
"Yes," she finally almost snarled out through gritted teeth.
"Fuck yeah," responded Elvin as he came long and hard into her butt. Now she heard him breathing hard too, knew that she had given him a good work-out. She felt him withdraw and then she rolled over. He joined her almost immediately Their lips met, tenderly. It felt so good.
"Thanks," she said. She meant it too.
Elvin had a cheeky smile, almost boyish despite his short-cut greying hair. "Alright if maybe I can fuck that fine white pussy too - I mean before we have to go."
She returned his smile. Oh that sounded a lot better than alright! "Well you BETTER had mister," she said as she leaned back in to renew her kiss.
Epilogue
"Hi everyone." Charli waved at the small camera being held by a beefy Black doorman.
"All my followers and the followers of my lovely MILF-tastic friend Dee. We're so glad of your support tonight because Dee is a little nervous. Isn't that right baby?"
Dee summoned up a smile and a little wave for the camera.
"It's her first time!" Charli giggled and winked. "But all Dee's followers who saw the pics posted last month know that she's looking just way too beautiful not to get an invite." She gave Dee a little hug. "Relax baby as soon as we get going it'll be fine!"
Dee remembered those pics. Naked - the camera capturing her body and its curves. The main pic of herself looking out at the camera as Bill stood behind her with his big Black hands resting on the prominent bulge of her belly. That gesture of protection and possession.
She wasn't a vain woman but she'd looked at that picture every day since she'd first seen it. It looked so beautiful, so perfect, so right. Her smile as she faced the camera, her eyes clear and bright. Facing the future with assurance and confidence. It was the new her.
Just at the moment she didn't feel much like 'the new her.' She felt nervous as a kitten. They told you that once you got going then it came natural. But what if it didn't! What if she just kind of froze up. What if they hated her? What if they were disappointed?
She turned towards Charli - trying to feed on some of the young woman's exuberant confidence. This was very small beer for her. Anna had shown her a video of one of Charli's performances once. Apparently Anna's cuck Kent was a big fan. Dee had just shook her head in wonder at it. Charli in only a black leather thong and matching thigh-high boots. Her two white male slaves tied to a post, their little pink penises safely caged. Charli flicking a long whip with exquisite skill and control. Honestly Dee had only been able to watch between her fingers!
That wasn't her scene. They weren't entirely wrong when they called her a little soccer mom. She loved her little apartment in one of Mr Taylor's new developments. So convenient for work and just the right size for her and the two girls. They'd made lots of new friends and she had absolutely no shortage of help with them when she had 'something on'.
The only real wrench had of course been young Davey but she was so proud of him. She had taken him by the hands and told him that she loved him but that she was relying on him to look after his Dad. That she couldn't trust that job to anyone but her smart handsome boy. He had got that serious look of his onto his face and thought about it for a good twenty seconds before nodding.
Now she counted off the days each time before she saw him again Just as David probably did for the girls. There was one difference though. First thing on arrival Davey would solemnly report on how his Dad was doing. She knew from him and the girls that David preferred not to hear anything about her. Well she couldn't blame him and she hoped his dating plans worked out for him.
"Dee - come ON." Charli's voice cut into her thoughts. She got up and hustled across to join the curvy Blonde. She felt her big hoop ear-rings swing as she walked. It had been very important to have them on tonight.
Charli peeked through the curtains and seemed to get a signal. She turned back, "Ten seconds", she said.
The music peaked and then dipped. A familiar voice boomed out, amplified through the club. "Now we got something real special for you tonight. You all know the legend that is Charli but she done brung along with her the sweetest of sweet treats. Welcome them both up here. C'mon girls."
Brawny Black arms reached out to help them both up the few steps. Dee was grateful to Jess for the advice that she wear flats. Other than that she had a modest wraparound skirt and a loose blouse. As Charli stepped up she heard the patrons cheer and heard a second wave of cheers when she took her position beside Shaka.
He smiled at her and nodded. Charli was already heading out onto the stage - peeling off her own top to show her heavily pregnant belly. Those near enough could read the message permanently inked into her pale skin just above her pussy.
'THIS PUSSY FOR NIGGAS ONLY'
With the Black 'QOS' symbol inked in on either side. Charli wasn't shy and wasn't afraid to get her freak on. Her dancing skills were perhaps hampered by her condition but the crowd didn't give a shit, whooping and hollering. Her movements were graceful if slow as she shook her booty for them, drinking in their acclaim. Finally she turned and pointed both fingers at Dee.
It was show time. A deep breath and she stepped forward onto the stage.
"Plenty of you seen her aound - now fo' the first time anywhere dancing on stage - my fine fine bitch - DEEEEEEEEE!!"
If she was worried about following Charli she needn't have been. The crowd cheered and stamped their feet. But that was nothing compared to when she undid that last button and peeled off her blouse. She was a couple of months behind Charli but her belly left no doubt that Dee was just as pregnant and the crowd liked the way this was going.
Dee knew what was expected of her, this place had certain traditions, and she was ready when Charli returned with a radio mike. "Anything to say babe?"
"My name's Dee and I'm Black-Bred and loving it!" She almost shouted into the mike.
Her young blonde friend's face broke into a broad grin at the roar of approval from the crowd.
At a signal from Shaka the music was turned back up. They both began to move to the rhythmn as Charli ran her hands over Dee's body. The two women's mouths and tongues met.
That concludes this story featuring Dee - we can't have an Episode 13. However, she will return...
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